The voices in Tyrynna's head chattered louder than they usually did, making the tiniest scrap of sleep impossible. They rambled and bickered and chit and chat, of the Skyfire, of Theramore, of the mysterious Pandaren, the failed assassination at Aerie Peak, of all of the many things weighing upon the elf's mind.
Since she had chosen to take a neutral status with Gambit's founding, Tyrynna often found herself tense. She often chose rest over work, to drink and calm her mind, and pretend that the threat of Horde, and now the Alliance as well, was non-existant. She did nothing but run away from the problems she presented to herself and to Gambit as a whole, merely by their existence. She got the feeling her operatives were tiring of their inactivity, but she saw no reason to act outside of smaller skirmishes in Tol Barad and similar places.
In recent days, that had changed.
First, there was the arrival of the elusive Pandaren in Orgrimmar and Stormwind. Being a neutral race when combined, Tyrynna could see this as a good diplomatic opportunity to gain some allies. However, the possible alliance slipped her mind quickly, replaced by a predicament. The assassination that Belpha had planned had failed. Miserably. So badly that there was risk of discovery and, obviously, consequence. She wasn't sure why Belpha hadn't enlisted the Pawns of their order, but that was his mistake, not hers.
Of course, much of that left her when a more grim discovery arised.
The Skyfire. The Alliance's new toy. Among the biggest airships she'd ever seen, and it was operational and prepared for battle. Given her goal of stopping the war, a battleship of such magnitude could boast... problems.
The Horde was preparing just as so. Akira, her Horde Liaison and top spy, had reported similar developments in Orgrimmar. The Dranosh'ar Blockade and other defensive walls had been greatly bolstered, while numerous catapults were being built for assault.
Both factions, anyone could plainly see, were stronger. And with this strength, they were preparing for total war.
That night, it had become about more than just getting Varian and Garrosh to shut their pathetic mouths and play nice. She was a destruction incarnate, true, but she still felt pity. Pity for everyone that would fight, and die, for a ridiculous, needless, gods-damned war. Pity for the fools who supported it, and would be brought hell for it. Pity for all her friends... her family... who would fall.
Gambit wasn't ready to face a war on such levels. They needed to grow bigger. Better.
It was that night that she called upon her soldiers, as few as she knew could come. It was that night that she told them where they would go, and to leave while they still could.
Yet, it was that night that each and every operative before her refused to leave. That Promethius, Aorune, Belpha, Altris, and Lanus, each with a determined fire in their gaze, pledged their loyalty one by one in their own ways. That, and Tyrynna knew it well, Gambit started growing stronger.
Despite herself, Tyr smiled a bit as she stared up at the ceiling, and the chitter and chatter in her head finally died down. If only for a moment, she herself felt stronger as well.
Perhaps... enough that it wasn't such a rough night after all.